Imagine they were not minor gods
Mounted in eternal in memoriam
Or even animals, however savage,
Pinned like specimens upon the sky.

Imagine they were lambda dancers
Practicing their slow seductions
On the manifolds of space.

Then in the name of science
We might ride their studded thighs
To the edge of our hypotheses,
Discover there the real constants
Of the universe:

The quick pulse,
The long looks,
The one natural law.